I am a newborn baby in this story.
I am very soft.
I love my mummy, Lady Penelope, more than anything.
Mummy heads off into the baby care shop.
Everything smells like clean cotton and baby soap.
There are tiny socks.
There are rattles that whisper when you shake them.
Mummy looks at dresses.
She lifts a soft pink one.
It is gentle as a cloud.
She smiles, but her smile is careful.
Snickers’ mum is there.
She is kind.
She talks slowly.
She tells mummy what it can be like when a baby is coming.
She says there can be cramps.
Not scary ones.
Just strong, surprising ones.
Like a tummy saying hello too loudly.
Mummy goes quiet after that.
Very quiet.
The car ride home feels long and hushed.
Now I will tell you a secret.
I am inside mummy’s tummy.
It is warm.
It is round.
It feels like a safe room.
But little worries sneak in.
They look like tiny bat shapes made of fear.
They are not real monsters.
They are just worries with wings.
They flap.
They bump the walls.
They make the tummy feel sore.
Outside, mummy pauses.
She puts a hand on her belly.
Her face goes pale.
“Parker,” she says softly.
“I need help, please.”
Parker is calm.
Parker always is.
He finds her a soft place to sit.
A place that feels safe.
He brings her pregnancy cramp pills.
They are small.
They are kind.
Mummy takes them slowly.
She breathes.
She touches her tummy.
Inside, something gentle happens.
The bat-shaped worries squeal.
Not in pain.
Just in surprise.
They fade.
They vanish.
The tummy walls feel peaceful again.
Mummy strokes her belly.
Her voice is warm velvet.
“My darling,” she whispers.
“No cramps will come and hurt us.”
“Mummy is doing the right thing.”
I feel safe.
I feel loved.
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